Notes From My Inner-Therapist
You don’t go to: a factory looking for a creator; a butcher in need of stitches; a school in search of wisdom; a church to receive salvation; or desire nourishment from that which is emaciated.
Although you may journey from the desert to the ocean—in loops—with the thirst only starwater could quench, until you return to the soil, your soul must toil.
i don’t remember how i found your blog but i’m glad i followed you when i did
I just saw two guests dig a Wendy’s bag out of the trash can and take it back to their room….